Try (Temptation Series)

  “No. It doesn’t.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, really. I don’t care what they think. I hardly know them.”

  “That’s true,” Logan agreed. “What about people you do know?”

  Tate crossed his arms. “Like?”

  “Like your family.”

  Tate didn’t understand. Logan had balked at the very mention of family just the night before. Why is he bringing it up now? “Family is different.”

  “Is it?”

  Tate got the impression that Logan was annoyed with that answer.

  “Yes, it is. Anyway, you’re the one who made it very clear that families aren’t an issue right now.”

  Logan’s mouth twisted into a smile that Tate suspected was fake. “You’re right.”

  “Am I?” He was slightly confused by the turn in the conversation.

  “Yep. Can I have another drink?”

  “Why? Do you need one?” Tate asked, reaching under the bar for a glass.

  “Maybe.”

  The usually calm and put-together man now looked…bothered.

  “Logan?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you want me to tell my family?”

  Logan’s eyes rose to his own, and Tate felt his heart thudding in his chest.

  “Not really my decision, is it?”

  Tate put his hands back on the bar and pushed his face in close to Logan’s, not giving a fuck who was looking. “No, it isn’t, but I think you want me to tell them.”

  When Logan didn’t say a word, Tate knew he was right on the money.

  “I know why that thought scares me, but what scares you about it? The fact that you’d have to admit to the commitment or the thought of someone giving a shit about you?”

  Logan frowned, and just like that, the reality of where this was all going was laid out in front of them.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Yes you do,” Tate whispered and straightened. “Still want that drink?”

  “Yeah, let’s make it tequila.”

  Laughing at Logan’s mumbled request, Tate questioned, “Liquid courage?”

  “Enjoying yourself at my expense?”

  “Immensely.” Tate turned his back, poured the drink, and then moved to slide it over to Logan. That was when he heard a question he’d never expected to hear.

  “Why are you attracted to me?”

  This was something that Tate had asked himself over and over. At first, it had seemed essential for him to know the reasons for his reactions to a man. But the more time Tate spent with Logan, the more he realized it wasn’t the feelings he had for a man that he needed to work out, but the feelings he had for Logan in particular—and there were many.

  “Your confidence.”

  Logan scoffed. “Really? Because I was under the impression you hated that about me.”

  “I did,” Tate responded automatically.

  “Ah…I don’t understand then.”

  “I hated it—at first.”

  “But now?” Logan pushed.

  “Now, I think it’s…exciting.”

  Lifting the shot to his mouth, Logan downed the liquid and didn’t even flinch as he placed the empty glass on the bar. “Well, that was a different answer than what I’d expected. Thank you.”

  “I’m not finished. There’s more,” Tate taunted with a chuckle, wondering what exactly Logan had expected. “Want another drink to hear the rest?”

  “Oh, nice. Laugh away. The only reason I’m behaving is because you’re at work. Otherwise, you’d be just as uncomfortable right now.”

  “Since when has the fact that I’m at work stopped you?” Tate asked. “I can stop if you’d like.”

  “Don’t you dare.”

  “So, you like hearing about yourself? Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Tate raised his hand to stroke his chin, pretending to be deep in thought.

  Logan clarified, “I like hearing what you think.”

  “I think you’re sexy, but everyone must tell you that, so that’s nothing new. It must get boring.”

  “Are you kidding? Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you tell me something like that?”

  “Not that long. I’ve only known you for a little over two weeks,” Tate reminded him, tongue-in-cheek.

  “Has it really only been that long? I swear it feels like I’ve wanted you forever. God, you have no clue what I want to do to you.”

  Tate’s mouth went dry at the way Logan’s voice deepened, and his eyes moved to linger on his throat. Reaching for the white towel tucked into his pants, Tate brought it between his hands and twisted it. “Stop it. I can’t think when you look at me like that.”

  “I know. You start playing with that towel, or you push your hands through your hair. But damn, Tate, I can’t help it. The minute I saw you, I wanted you.”

  Tate’s erection pressed against its confines as he studied Logan’s mouth. “I also like that.”

  “What?” Logan exhaled.

  “How much you want me. It’s a fucking rush. The way you watch me, and look at me is so shameless.”

  “Tate?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Walk the fuck away from me—right now.”

  Tate twisted the towel and raised a hand to push it through his hair as he nodded, understanding Logan’s lack of self-control. “But later?”

  “Later, you’re coming home with me.”

  Tate managed a one-word promise. “Yes.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Barely two feet inside Logan’s condo, Tate was spun around, and his mouth was taken. Taken was the only way to describe it. Logan wasn’t gentle, and neither were the hands at Tate’s waist.

  The door was kicked shut, and a light switched on as Tate was walked backward while his work shirt was pulled from his pants. The mouth on his was ravenous, and the tongue that dipped between his lips tasted him like a starving man.

  Bringing his hands up to Logan’s face, Tate caressed his cheeks and chased the agile tongue back into Logan’s mouth. Hell, as if the man isn’t potent enough, his mouth tastes like tequila, Tate thought as nimble fingers began playing with the bottom of his vest.

  Sliding a hand around to the back of Logan’s head, Tate flirted with the black hair that had finally dried out from the rain. He gathered Logan in as close as he could until their hips met, and the proof of Logan’s arousal was pressed up against his own. Tate pulled his head back and pushed his body against the hard one in front of him.

  “Naked. I want you naked,” Logan rasped as he started to undo the buttons of Tate’s vest.

  Tate took Logan’s full bottom lip between his teeth and pulled at it gently before swiping his tongue over it. A hoarse sound came from Logan’s throat as he reached the top button of Tate’s shirt.

  “This damn uniform. It’s like unwrapping a fucking Christmas present. Layers and layers,” he breathed out, exasperated, while continuing to unbutton, “before I get to what I want.”

  Tate lifted his hand to Logan’s tie and stroked the crumpled material down his chest. “I could say the same.”

  “So, undress me.”

  Tate loosened the tie, removed it, and threw it to the floor. Two hands finally parted his vest and shirt, sliding inside, while he unfastened the top two buttons of Logan’s shirt.

  Before he got any further, Logan lowered his head and pressed warm lips to Tate’s nipple. Tate dropped his hands, and let out a shaky sigh.

  Oh yeah, bite me, come on, Logan.

  Sharp teeth nipped over his chest, and then Logan’s tongue flicked out across the pointy nub. When Tate clutched the back of Logan’s head, Logan bit down.

  “Oh…shit, Logan.”

  Logan’s mouth curved against his heated flesh before he moved across to the crease of Tate’s arm where he nuzzled in and continued to gently bite the skin and muscle of his bicep. Tate grunted in pleasure at each sharp bite until Logan lifted his head, and that teasing mouth
was back on his.

  Tate braced himself, as Logan’s hands moved to his waist and then slid around to pull him into full-body contact.

  “God, Tate, your skin”—Logan kissed his way across Tate’s jaw to his ear—“is so smooth…and tanned…all over. It’s so lickable.”

  Tate’s head tipped back, exposing his neck for Logan, and when firm lips started to suck the skin covering his Adam’s apple, a rumble left Tate’s throat.

  Logan lifted his head. “Do that again.”

  Tate felt the lips back against his throat, and he groaned for Logan, causing a vibration to hum out of him. Then, a wet tongue licked up the side of Tate’s neck, and strong teeth sank into his jaw. He lifted his head and stared back at Logan.

  “I want you so fucking bad,” Logan cursed.

  Tate raised his hands to Logan’s shirt, and this time, instead of bothering to unbutton it, he tore it apart. As the buttons popped free from the material, he yanked Logan in by the edges of his shirt, so their bodies were back to touching.

  “Hope you didn’t want your shirt.”

  “Fuck my shirt.”

  Tate chuckled, and then he asked seriously, “Logan?”

  Logan’s body tensed. “Yes?”

  Pushing the white material off Logan’s shoulder, Tate relayed his thoughts clearly. “I want to be inside you, just like last night.” He kissed Logan’s neck, and when he got to his ear, he sucked the lobe into his mouth. He made sure to add, “And I want to hear my name when I make you come.”

  * * *

  Yes, Logan thought as Tate’s mouth hovered over his ear, whispering the hottest promise he’d ever heard.

  Logan hadn’t been lying about how much he wanted Tate. It was insane. Basically, Tate just had to look at him, breathe near him, or be in the same vicinity, and he was ready to go. Usually, Logan could control his body better, but one flirtatious comment or smile from the man currently kissing his way up his neck, and he was useless.

  “Feeling possessive?” he goaded, knowing exactly what was riding Tate.

  Not one, but two of Logan’s past acquaintances had gotten in Tate’s face today, and Logan knew that tonight was about two things—want and possession. Tate was out to prove something, and who the hell was he to stop him.

  As his shirt landed on the floor and Tate’s mouth came back to his, Logan ran his hands through the curls he obsessed over and pushed against the determined man in front of him. When Tate shoved back as though he wasn’t giving up the upper hand, Logan bucked his hips forward, loving the resistance. As two hands moved between them to his belt buckle, Logan lifted his head, and Tate’s tongue licked into his open mouth.

  “So sexy, Tate. You’re so fucking sexy.”

  Tate’s lips curved. “Where to? Bedroom?”

  Logan glanced over to the couch. “No, not close enough. There.”

  “Here?” Tate confirmed as he released him and turned to walk over to the black leather couch. When he stopped in front of it, he unfastened the button of his pants, his zipper, and then sat down with his legs spread wide in sexual invitation.

  Logan could hardly take his eyes away from him as he kicked off his shoes. He knew what was coming and what he wanted, and it was sitting on his couch, waiting for him to come and take it.

  Bending down, Logan removed his socks, and when he straightened, he came eye-to-eye with Tate, who was watching him and stroking himself. With his lowered eyelids and swollen lips, Tate looked like he’d been fucked hard already, and Logan couldn’t wait for that day. He knew that once he got inside Tate, he was going to spend a good portion of his days, weeks, and months getting back in there as often as possible. Until then, he would happily take him the only way he could.

  “You want something, Tate?”

  Tate looked him over, starting at his bare feet. Unhurriedly, they grazed over his boxers to the trail of hair that pointed down to Logan’s upright shaft, and when Tate’s eyes finally connected with his, they were so dark they were almost black.

  “So? You want something?”

  “You already know what I want. I told you.”

  Logan moved across the room to open a drawer in the bottom of the entertainment center. When he came back in front of Tate, he dropped a condom on the glass coffee table and a bottle of lube on the couch beside Tate’s leg.

  “Tell me exactly what you want,” Logan urged as Tate looked at the items he’d deposited.

  When he brought his eyes back to Logan’s, Tate reiterated, clear as a fucking bell, “I want to hear my name, on your tongue.”

  Now, it was Logan’s turn to reach down into his boxers and take a hold of his straining erection. “And then?”

  Tate watched Logan’s hand and proceeded to shock the hell out of him. “And then, I want to come all over you.”

  Faltering on Tate’s words, Logan stepped between his legs as Tate pushed up to sit on the edge of the couch. Tate grasped his hips between those wide palms and pressed moist lips to Logan’s lower abdomen.

  “I watched that today before work,” Tate admitted against his stomach, causing Logan to almost fall over as his fingers weaved into Tate’s brown waves.

  “You watched, what?”

  “Two guys having sex, and then they came all over each other. It was so damn hot.”

  Tate watched gay porn? Oh shit, I am so screwed, Logan thought because he knew he needed all of those details right fucking now.

  * * *

  Tate nibbled the warm skin under his lips as the fingers in his hair knotted, and he knew Logan was undoubtedly reacting to what he’d just said. He wasn’t lying. This morning, after the coffee shop, Tate had spent a lot of time going over his emotions, and by the end of it, when he had decided what he wanted—well, he’d done some research.

  It hadn’t taken him long to find a good free site, and for the next hour or so, he’d educated himself in a very pleasurable way. Who knew gay porn would be so sexy? Or more to the point, he hadn’t known that watching it and imagining doing all of that with Logan would be such a turn-on.

  Obviously, it also excited Logan because he was practically fucking his face through his boxers. As Logan’s fingers continued to play in his hair, Tate’s head was pulled back, so he was staring up at the man looking down at him.

  “What else did you learn today?”

  Tate hesitated for only a second before he told Logan the one thing that had really gotten him off. It was something he hadn’t thought about previously, but now that he’d seen it, he couldn’t get it out of his head.

  “That I can take you face-to-face—with you on your back under me.”

  When Logan remained silent, Tate continued, “I want you like that. I want to watch you.”

  The seconds following that comment were palpable. All Tate could hear was his own harsh breathing, and then before he knew it, his hair was released, and Logan was straddling his thighs.

  It was an odd feeling to have a man slightly bigger than himself kneeling over his lap. But as soon as Logan’s cock, which was straining against his boxers, brushed against his own, Tate leaned back on the couch and clutched Logan’s ass, pulling him forward.

  As their mouths met, Logan agreed, “All right, do it.”

  Tate thought about it for around three seconds, and then he moved. With a hand on Logan’s head and one on his ass, Tate maneuvered them, so Logan was lying flat on his back, and he was hovering over the top of him. Logan’s mouth parted as he stared up at him, and Tate couldn’t help himself from tracing his finger across his thin top lip and then the bottom.

  Tate shifted on the couch until he was situated between Logan’s thighs, and he felt his own erection line up with the one beneath. Stretching above Logan’s head, Tate clutched the arm of the couch, just as Logan once had, and started to rock his hips. With eyes full of heated lust, Logan bent his legs on either side of him and arched up to meet him halfway.

  Tate heard an uninhibited roar rip from his own chest. This is what it’s
going to be like, he thought as he continued to writhe against Logan. When I’m inside him, I’ll get to watch every thought and feeling on his face.

  Then, Logan’s arms wrapped around him, and his hands slid inside Tate’s pants to fondle his ass, making Tate desperate for the mouth inches from his. Gliding his tongue between Logan’s lips, Tate went crazy as the thighs on either side of his waist tensed, and Logan lifted his body up to drag against his own.

  With a grunt, Tate lifted his head, “Oh hell,” as Logan’s fingers crept between his ass cheeks and spread him while bringing him in even closer.

  “Damn, Tate. Feels good,” Logan praised.

  When Tate couldn’t stand it anymore, he pushed back and knelt between the spread legs in front of him. As he looked down at the man lying back on the couch, his mouth practically watered. Logan was irresistible, and Tate couldn’t wait to get inside him.

  * * *

  As Tate looked him over, Logan raised one of his arms behind him. He slid his other hand down into his boxers to stroke his erection, showing off his entire body to Tate’s hungry stare.

  “God, I stood no chance,” Tate told him in disbelief. “Look at you.”

  “Look at you,” Logan retorted, his voice pitched-low, so he had to consciously project it for Tate to hear.

  Logan’s eyes drew heavy as Tate extended his arm and curled his fingers into the elastic of the black cotton, preparing to free his cock. With a husky groan of sheer relief, Logan quickly raised his legs to allow room for Tate to pull the fabric off and throw it aside. Resuming the same position, Logan gave Tate a thorough once-over as he began to work his length under Tate’s keen gaze.

  “Get naked, Tate.”

  Quickly, Tate stood and removed his remaining clothes. As his erection came into view and he bent to pick up the condom, Logan couldn’t help the raw noise escaping his mouth.

  Tate kept his eyes on him the entire time he sheathed his cock. When he picked up the bottle of lube and unsnapped the lid, Logan took a moment to wonder where the curious and nervous Tate had disappeared to. In his place seemed to be an entirely confident man, who was getting ready to fuck the hell out of him. Either way, he wanted Tate inside him.

  Logan widened his legs as Tate got on the couch and braced one of his arms over him, so he could lean back down. As their bodies finally brushed up against each other, Logan brought his hands around to grip Tate’s ass, bringing his thick shaft, against his own.